Every year, each time starfruit blooms, I know that Autumn is coming, despite the hot days, the sun burns people, trees, and burns all pure dreams, beautiful memories. sacred. The rocks were also sweaty, the trees in the middle of the night still bowed their heads silently as if they were still praying for the rare summer breeze. The last airbender in this house we poster. The weather changes dramatically according to sudden floods. People change, brittle and cry, sad and happy, love, anger, hatred for some reason. The elders of the old days said. Wild dogs have seasons
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